#ren hana fem

[marshallpapu777]

Some drawings I did of Ren and Fox fems! I really really like these two characters and I really like to imagine genderbends of them! some drawings are of her like a cis girl and others as a trans girl! 💜🐈‍⬛💜🐈‍⬛

[iwanturinsides]

here u go 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎hana 😈

[artikqwx]

The fem version of Streid and Ren🤣😭

this drawing with the fem version is very old, and I just remembered about it, and decided to post it..

[xrtoms]

Why not

[al-le-n]

My old works

[hiskillingjar]

i love the gender swap version so much ! if you’re accepting request can you please post part 2 i love your work <3

let's go lesbians let's go!!

i took this literally btw. as in this is just continued from my last girlfriend to death post. 2500+ words, lesbicious daddy kink usage dubious consent on all levels lol

🥀

"No, no, no, please, don't-"

The begging words from the laptop were cut off by the buzz of a chainsaw and a blood-curdling scream, a shower of blood and viscera covering the camera lens recording…whatever was happening.

You had found that people generally didn't beg or plead for mercy in the videos Law showed you, and it was a little strange that this person was.

Most were just stoically resigned to their fate and completely dissociated from their own mortality, eyes dead and skin pallid, and didn't struggle or even scream that much when a gun was pressed to their temple or a knife was plunged into their throat.

It seemed peaceful, you thought, and a little like the current state you were in.

Law kept her fingers tangled tightly in your hair while your head bobbed up and down in her lap, taking her cock deep into your throat and stimulating it with your tongue whenever she gave your hair a tug, expecting more effort from you, demanding more without words.

Your cunt was throbbing from the implication of her using you like an object, a sex toy, while she smoked a joint and watched her gory videos still playing on her laptop, but you couldn't touch yourself to the idea of your depersonalisation while your hands were cuffed to the foot of her bed, keeping you pinned, keeping you prisoner.

You didn't put up much of a fight, though. You didn't struggle or scream.

You were resigned to your fate, much like the sadsacks in her videos.

"You like this, don't you? You like when I…"

Law's breath, stained with the smell and intoxication of weed, came out lowly, like she was speaking from the very back of her throat between desperate, heavy gasps and her grip on your hair was starting to tighten again as her short nails dug into your scalp.

"You like it when I use you? Mph, when I fuck your mouth like my own personal sex toy?" She finished, stammering a little around the uncharacteristic words, raising her joint to her lips for another steady inhale. "Ahh…you're so pretty," She added with a dreamy smile (barely visible in your peripheral vision), a stream of smoke falling from her pretty lips as she set the still-burning joint down and pushed her palm into her bralette, palming her small breasts. "So pretty when you're sucking my cock."

She pushed your head down as far as it would go, your lips stretched tight and barely reaching the base of her, despite how much you were panting and spluttering.

It really was true what they said about trans girls.

"Mmm, god, I can't even fit it all inside you," She mumbled deliriously to herself, letting her body flop back against the bed as she groped herself even more and tried to force your head down, tried to force her cock even deeper down your throat. "Your mouth is so tight…ahhh…"

A thick string of glistening drool and pre-cum (sharp tasting like saline) pooled down your chin as she pushed in deeper, almost triggering your gag reflex and cutting off any and all oxygen going to your brain.

Triggered out of your haze of dissociation, you tried to pull back, not to stop in anyway, just to give yourself a breath of air, but she kept your head pinned down in her lap, not relenting for even a second, winding your hair around her palm so she had an even better grip of you.

"I could suffocate you," She mused airily, her fingers rubbing soothing patterns against your scalp, her voice a gentle (and again, sickeningly maternal) coo. "It would be so easy. Just keep you on my cock until you're convulsing and begging for air, and just…watch you wilt." She chuckled to herself, cutting herself off with a low moan as her back arched, her hips raising against your face and pushing (somehow) even deeper into your throat. "You probably wouldn't die, either, not for a long time, anyway. So I could keep you forever. Just like this."

You moaned helplessly against her cock, unable to meet her eyes as your own rolled back into your skull and you pulled at your cuffs hard. You weren't as much scared of the threat as you were endlessly turned on and eager for any kind of relief that she'd let you have.

But this wasn't about you. It was about her.

You were hers, and you were there for her to use as she wanted, even if you had to die for her to get off.

It was almost peaceful. Blissful.

You couldn't think of a better way to go.

🦊

"Ahhnn…ohhh, oh god, Ren!"

You moaned, loud and desperate and open-mouthed, as your back arched against the bed, the chains of your cuffs rubbing against the hotel room's bedframe, a harsh noise that did nothing to distract you from your own searing pleasure.

Ren hadn't let you take off the cosplay despite stripping herself off to her underwear as soon as you got back to the hotel. So, you were lying there, clothed and bound and totally disheveled with your petticoats shoved up around your waist, bucking your hips up restlessly against her hungry mouth on your cunt and the dangerous little toy she was holding against your clit.

Each time she indulgently suckled your cunt, the pornographic slurp of her tongue running along your wet slit, was so hideously loud, even over the constant buzzing of the toy, inching up little by little as she grew even more desperate for your pleasure as you were, but those sounds were nothing compared to your desperate keening moans, whines, and whimpers.

"God, you look fucking possessed," Ren said with a yipping laugh as she looked up at you, her golden eyes wide and almost manic while they were staring so intently. Her lacy bra and panties were almost see-through, exposing her dark areolas and the soft bush of pubic hair that dusted her cunt, and made you all the more desperate for her as she sat up, licking her jaws. "Mm, your cunt is soaking wet, baby. Like I could slide my biggest toy inside of you and you wouldn't even feel a thing."

You bit your lip with another needy moan, your eyes glazing over as you thought about her toys back home, the strap-on that she could switch out and change, depending on how much she wanted to torture you.

What you wouldn't give to take that fucking strap on now?

"Mmph, please, please-"

"What are you begging for?" She said with a mean smile, leaning close to you but not moving the buzzing toy for even a moment. "You want me to fuck you, to let you cum?" She tilted her head, her ears tipping forward on top of her head as her tail began to wag a little more. "Hm? What is it, sweetie?"

"Fuck meeeee~" You pleaded, looking up into her eyes, pleading for her mercy with everything you still had left. "Please, I'm desperate for it, please..."

"Oh, silly girl, your voice is slurring." She interrupted with another laugh, yipping and barking like a hyena, taking the utmost pleasure in how much you needed her. "Wow, you really must have been way drunker than me! I'm already sobering up, but you?" She ran her tongue over her lips again as she slid the slider of the vibrator up, making it buzz louder and faster against your sore clit. "Hah, you sound so cute and dumb when you're tipsy!"

You shrieked as she pressed a little more weight against the vibrator, pushing it harshly against your clit and rubbing each ridge against the throbbing muscle, making the pain (and pleasure) all the more intense.

"Ren, pleaseeee," Your voice was a near sob as you pulled hard at your cuffs, almost wanting to hide your flushed, sweating face from her hungry gaze. "Please, please, I can't, I can't-"

"Maybe we shouldn't go to the con tomorrow, hm?" She mumbled softly, rubbing a tight, little circle against your cunt with the vibrator, stimulating even more, making your body thrash erratically. "Maybe I should just tie you to the bed and edge you all day long." She grinned again, the way she did when she had a particularly hideous idea to tell you. "Let in the housekeepers too, so they can get a good look at you."

"Nooooo," You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to pull at your cuffs again, opting to hide your face in your trembling bicep, against the scratch tulle of the cosplay's blouse. "No, no no, noooo…"

"Yessss~" She giggled and reached up to your face with her free hand, pushing your head back into the pillows and forcing your eyes together as she brought her face down to yours. "C'mon, baby, you know you're way too dumb to make decisions for yourself right now. I mean, just look at you. You're a mess." She tilted her head to the side, her ears flat, a condescending look of sympathy on her pretty (pretty) face. "That's why I'm here to take care of you."

"And I'll always take care of you. That's what we agreed to, right?"

🔨

You gasped brokenly each time you were pulled down onto Strade's strap-on, words slurred into helpless gurgles and grunts as her full hips slammed against your backside loudly, rhythmically, like a well-oiled machine, the leather of her harness sticking to the sweat running down your arse and hips.

She kept one hand on your shoulder, the other on your hip, both grips authoritative and controlling as short nails dug into your soft flesh, sure to leave a mark, a bruise, and remind you of the encounter for days to come.

"God, you're taking it so well, fraulein. I knew you were a needy, little whore, but this is something else." She growled with an unseen smirk, her accent even thicker as she grew even more aroused, pulling you down even more on the massive toy, to the point of discomfort (to the point of you moaning even louder, any protests slurred into whines.) "Mm, taking it like the dog you are, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," You slurred in idle agreement, your head still swimming from the drink as she pushed a hand into your sweaty hair and pulled your head back, forcing your back to arch and your arse to be raised even higher, the grip probably better than the one on your shoulder and much more painful for you.

You had a sense that that was Strade's ultimate goal.

"Yeah? Kleiner hündchen, little puppy, is that it?" She asked with a rasped chuckle, hooking her chin over your shoulder as the hand on your hip slid up to palm your chest, her own (covered by a sports bra, her shirt haphazardly unbuttoned to reveal a soft stomach) pressed to your back. "Wanna prove that to me? Bark then, if you're a dog."

"Ahhnn…" You moaned helplessly as she rolled one of your pierced nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pressing somehow even deeper inside you, the head of the strap-on so deep that it felt like it was penetrating one of your organs. "F-Fuck…"

"That doesn't sound much like a bark to me, little dog," She laughed again, pressing her drooling mouth against your shoulder, nipping your skin and leaving behind even more bruises as she continued to palm and grope your chest. "Do as you're told or I'm gonna have to get nasty."

You whimpered feebly as she slowed down her thrusts, angling the massive toy even deeper inside you and idly thrusting up against the sensitive bundle of nerves that made up your g-spot, making you clench tight and your body stiffen in shock and brain-melting arousal.

"Come on," Strade then rasped, her voice dipping down lowly as she pressed her lips to your neck, warm and wet and waiting to bite. "Bark for Daddy, or I'll look for something else big and sharp to stick into your guts, hm?"

Your body spasmed as you clenched even tighter around the toy, letting your head drop down to your sweating chest.

"Wuff wuff," You mumbled softly, your voice a slurred murmur as she continued to fuck into your body like a toy, a pile of meat.

"What was that?" She asked airly with an evident smile to her voice, the hand on your chest reaching up to your chin to force your head back up against hers, hips once again smacking against your backside as the pace picked up. "Come on, that was nowhere near good enough! Let me hear you properly."

"Wuff wuff!" You yapped a little more loudly, going as far as to subtly wag your arse to prove how good of a dog you could be for 'Daddy'.

"That's it! That's perfect!" She praised, as the hand on your hip descended to your front to idly circle your clit, her thick fingers toying with the muscle as you whimpered and whined and arched forward for even more, consequences be damned. "Such a good dog, fraulein. So good for your Daddy."

You whined needily as your shaking hands reached up to hers. The hand on your chin ran down to your neck as she grabbed your throat and pulled you even closer against her, and as each hand circled her thick wrists, you found yourself unwilling to push away each of the sensations, the shortness in your breath pushing you over the edge all the more.

"That's a good girl," She whispered against your neck, running her tongue over each sensitive spot and leaving behind a mean little nip against your jaw. "Such a good, well-behaved pet for me."

Her voice was filled with an almost cruel and predatory kind of amusement, but you barely had the brain about you to care, focusing only on the pounding heat in your cunt and her fingers rubbing your clit.

You'd be a good dog as long as she wanted, just as long as you kept feeling this maddeningly delicious torture.

[baiddy25]

SO...

[quinklequonkle]

Uhhhhh, genderbent self ship?

I keep seeing genderbent BTD characters and I wanna make a good rendered one so baaad! But my turtle self hasn't finished the other art yet 😩

My shrimp posture is on god mode from artin so hard

Did that even make sense???

You get me? You get me.

I may be delusional

[kamimarroco]

First time meeting Ren

Good morning, good afternoon and good night everyone! I brought another BTD fanfic that I worked on for a few days, and I confess that it gave me a bit of work. Anyway, the title gives it all away, and also, it can be considered a sequel to my first story. Enjoy it!

As your eyes felt heavy, the complete darkness of the basement was inviting, your eyelids slowly closing in the face of exhaustion and the pain of freshly inflicted wounds. Usually you weren't one to admit this, but your captor really made you feel the worst possible sensation with this last torture session. Maybe he was too excited about the discovery of your immortality and the possibilities that fact opened up for him. You still remember the smile of genuine euphoria on his face when he saw you returning from the dead, breathing like any other living being. At that point, everything went downhill.

Without anything else to do and with drowsiness already affecting you, you allowed yourself to sleep peacefully in the face of this situation. Even though you were still tied to a pole and the pain from the bruises continued to burn, you just wanted to escape it for a moment. Who knows, maybe you'll wake up in your bed and realize it was all just a terrible nightmare. And then, you would laugh and tell your friends about this madness like it was no big deal. If that weren't the case, then you'd be content to dream about cotton candy or pudding, it doesn't really matter.

These thoughts brought a smile to your face as your consciousness switched off, finally being able to rest from this fucking hell, your breathing becoming regular and deep.

[...]

Because you had nothing to guide you about the time, you didn't know how many hours had passed since you slept. The only thing you were sure of was the sound of soft footsteps coming down the stairs, as if someone wanted to go unnoticed. Well, bad for that person, because you noticed their presence the moment they entered the basement. Even so, you didn't bother opening your eyes to find out who it was.

“So you're that immortal girl he talked about so much? Damn, you look just like any other”, a young, male voice said, making you confused and forcing you to finally open your eyes to satisfy your curiosity. "Hehe, I knew you were awake”

Looking carefully, you noticed that it was a young, short boy with visible red hair. You would have considered him an ordinary boy if it weren't for his fox ears and tail. Goddammit, you had no idea your captor had another prisoner.

“If I'm not wrong, either you are cosplaying or you are a beastkin”, you stated your first observations. “And to be more exact, I'm a grown-ass up woman”, your tone sounded a little irritated.

“For a grown woman, you sure don't have the manners of a lady”, arms crossed, the tail twitched methodically, flat ears on the head and a judgmental look on his face.

You sighed, trying to regain your posture. “Right, sorry. I'm probably just taking my anger out on you”, you hoped your words sounded sincere, wanting to lighten the mood. “You know, can't expect someone to be in a good mood when trapped in a basement”

The beastkin looked to the side, seeming to relax for a moment. “It's alright, I know how it feels"

“Yeah, I kinda figured it out”, you said, referring to the scars and the collar around the boy's neck. Some of the injuries on his body were fresh while others were completely healed. “It seems like you've been experiencing it longer than I have”

“You can say that”, he closed the distance between you and him, crouching down to look at you closely from top to bottom. You hadn't paid attention before, but his amber eyes were very beautiful to look at. “Looks like he didn't bother to take care of your wounds. Do you want me to help you?”

“You are gorgeous”, those words left your lips without a filter, making him blush slightly. “I would be very grateful if you helped me”

“Right…”, still embarrassed by the compliment, the boy got up and started searching for something in the basement cupboards. With his back turned to you, you could see the fox tail more clearly and observe its movements from side to side, your eyes completely mesmerized by the animalistic feature. Come on, it's not every day you come across an almost human being with animal parts, this could be your only chance to see something like this.

“Enjoying the view?”, he asked as he grabbed a medical kit, turning to face you.

You immediately looked away, embarrassed that you had been caught staring for so long. “I wasn't looking at anything…”, you made the cliché move of denying your attitude.

“Let's say I believe it”, he chuckled as he crouched down again to treat your injuries, taking some objects from the medical kit. “This might hurt a little, so be prepared”

“Don't worry about me, go on”, you said in a confident tone. As he cautiously brought his hands closer to your wounds, you couldn't help but eagerly anticipate the touch. And no matter how much you mentally prepared yourself for the moment, the cloth moistened with alcohol still made you groan in pain, the burning sensation making you grind your teeth. Still, this was nothing compared to Strade's playtime, so you tried to do your best to look strong during the process.

You could see a look of admiration on his face as you occasionally glanced at him, your attention more focused on the treatment of the wounds. The striking color of your blood, so beautiful and bright… Was that why Strade got excited so quickly?

Well, whatever, the important thing is that your wounds were finally being disinfected, which would save you from future problems. Being already used to the pain, it didn't take long for him to take care of the rest, making you let out a sigh of relief.

“And it's done”, the beastkin spoke as he finished his work, getting up to put the medical kit back in the cupboard. “You surprised me, I thought you would at least complain about the pain”

“I couldn't make myself vulnerable so easily in front of a boy younger than me”

“Come on, I'm not that young”, he put his hands on his hips, a smirk on his face. “Maybe you're just too old”, he chuckled.

“You know, it's rude to ask a woman her age”, you looked at him with a smile on your face, enjoying the moment the two of you were sharing. “Besides, I've been through worse”, remembering the origin of the bruises sent shivers down your spine.

“I know exactly what you mean”, his eyes stared at the ground, his facial expression changing to a more serious one. “Anyway, I think I stayed here too long. He probably noticed that”, the boy stated as he approached the stairs.

“Wait!”, you called him, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to attract attention. “Thank you for taking care of my bruises, and I'm sorry for being rude earlier”, you said softly while maintaining eye contact. “Can I at least know your name?”

The boy looked thoughtful for a moment, but then began to speak. “It's Ren. You can call me Ren”

Ren... It was a beautiful name to say. “It's a cute name, it suits you”, you stated without hesitation. “You can call me by my legal name”

“Really? And what would it be?”

“It's…”

As you spoke your name, you saw his smile returning to his face, seeing a sparkle in his amber eyes when he heard you, ears twitching along with his tail.

“It's a good name, I think it suits you”, he gave you a compliment before leaving. “Maybe I'll see you again, who knows”

“Yeah, maybe…”, you whispered as you saw the boy going up the stairs, hearing the sound of the door being locked seconds later. Without any more company, you sighed, looking at the blood-stained floor as you waited for something to happen again.

[margoritamargo]

^^

[marshallpapu777]

A doodle of a ren fem daki ☝😼💜

[foxb1tez]

haiii! renposting!

[alittlefoxprince]

[overstims-dark-fictiom]

behold

[hiskillingjar]

hi!!!!! can i request some hcs for lawrence oleander and ren hana with a fem (or gn) reader that likes to dye her hair a lot and has many piercings????

i hope you have a very good day!!!! :D

for sure! i've never done hcs before but i'll have a crack at it

also i know you asked for law and ren but i'm a strade enjoyer so i'm including him too pbltttt

ren 🦊

ren obviously loves it lol

like he's pretty high aesthetic already so he lovesssss a partner who has a specific aesthetic to em, especially if it's colourful and cute!

you wanna dye your hair? great, i've already gotten the bleach and all the colours you could want!! and all the special equipment for it too!! :3

he'd be hopeless if you asked for help though lol. like bleach stains where you did not want bleach

as soon as you were finished, he'd gush all over your new colour and compare it to an anime character he liked

"does that mean you could cosplay xyz pairing with me now?" like the idiot man he is

he for sure likes the piercings too. they make you look so tough and cool (despite being so sweet on him <3)

might encourage you to get more, especially nip or genital piercings, under the impression that they'd make sex more fun lmaoooo

lawrence 🥀

law isn't someone who's super aesthetically minded so they might not totally understand the motivation to dye your hair all the time

it takes so much effort to dye your hair so why do it so often, and all by yourself? you're getting it all over the bathroom! okay, okay, fine, i'll help you...

they'd be pretty gentle and patient in helping you dye your hair. they'd like the opportunity to be closer to you <3

never mind the intrusive thoughts they might have washing all the dye off in the shower. never mind all that!

(and might take a few snippings of your hair from the bathroom floor to keep...maybe)

they like the piercings normal amounts

might fiddle with them as a stim. don't wear hoops or danglies or they will get tugged on

they'd probably understand piercings in a similar way to their tattoos. maybe they'd even think about getting a stud or two themselves, just to see how it feels

what are your thoughts on tattoos? they might like those...

strade 🔨

he's pretty neutral about the hair dye and any. like, aesthetic choice you go for.

that's something you'd do with ren on a whim and he barely notices unless he sees a stain somewhere

"oh you dyed your hair?" yeah strade, i did it like three days ago, did you just notice? what is wrong with you?

he'd make snarky comments here and there but not really say anything

PIERCINGS THOUGH??? 🥵🥵🥵

strade was a bisexual in the early two-thousands german alternative scene (in my minds eye) so he'd FOR SURE be into piercings (and any body mods honestly)

has his own piercing scars hehehehe

ear piercings? the more the merrier! facial piercings? the best!

nipple or genital piercings? the man is a feral animal

might be so inclined to help you out with a few himself! i pierced my first boyfriend's ears with a needle, i can totally pierce your clit if you stop squirming~ <3

would absolutely pull at them to tease you (might insist on hoops through everything just to give him a better chance to pull)

would for sure push it too far and rip em out too <3

[quinklequonkle]

BREAKING NEWS: Badass wife with skittish husband

Uhhhh, dookie quality cause I made this at night. I just- I can't stop thinking about us like this

Wait, where have I seen this dynamic befor-

I CAN'T UNSEE IT, I FEEL OT IN MY BONES UGH WE'RE M&MSSSSS